6.23.2003

Strange Little Girl

What a perfect ending to a wonderful week. ... I think this weekend rocked, and it even involved heavy lifting and stuff. Even a little sweat. Nuttin wrong with that I guess. I got some new (old) clothes. The Korn shirt kicks ass. *ahhhh*

No storm though. That was crappy.

We rented Tao Feng for the XBox on Saturday night. I think Vapor is my favorite. She's hot and her Chi is sweeet ass sweet. Plus she's got like a Russian accent too - even bettah. The bizzo with the thong hanging out was cool too. Real booby action. What the shit. The men were all tards. Except the little old China man. I already forgot his name. I like this quote from a review I read of the game:
Cost of an Xbox: $200. Replacing the controller you will surely break in anger: $30. A copy of Tao Feng: $50.

I think the majority of people in Marina Bay are whiny ass clowns who think they own the street in front of their house. And that ... just isn't right. Bastages!

I realized that spinach in salads is actually pretty good instead of lettuce. Too much crab = bleh. Sorry mastah' chef, my bad. ;-P Neener!

I did put off laundry and grocery shopping this weekend though. Gotta do that tomorrow. Fun stuff. I think I'd rather watch softball. Or paint dry.

Thank you to Nuggles for the truck action with the move. You kick arse.

I watched Goldmember on Friday night. I don't know what the heck is wrong with me - but schizah - that shit wasn't so much with the funny. Although Mini Me rocks. I think I'll have to watch it again...but I guess sometimes things that are supposed to be funny just aren't. Like wasn't Blazing Saddles supposed to be great? *yawn* ... Gimme Spaceballs anyday.

Hey baby ever had your asshole licked by a fat man in an overcoat?!....
Sorry - it's the Turretts.

94% fat free kettle corn doesn't suck. Much.

Hmm... what else is there to ramble about... cripes.

I hate people who talk out of their ass 99% of the time. Not so much with the conversation. Makes me wanna slap 'em at Taco Bell.

I really dig that Michelle Branch 'Are You Happy Now' song.

The pictures are scanned... now to get them on the web. Oy.

Anyway - bathtime. Need to SLEEP ... (eventually!!!)
9:30 comes pretty freaking early these days.

Gotta run to the car and grab the phone first. Stupid scatterbrain I tell you what.

Ya know, Seven Years by Norah Jones reminds me of me.
A whole bunch.

Okay. Outta breath. (hehe)... Must go.
G'nYte.
And some junk.






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